On the shores of a faraway place
does my love show its lovely face...

There once was a girl named Breanne
and quite honestly, she hadn't a tan...

My eyes feel heavy from the rain,
dew drops falling from my eyes...

My pretty little poems,
they echo and reflect...

Rainbows always have bad days,
they glitter in the light...

Confession: I don't feel well,
terrified of the dreams...

Sand on my toes
should be warm...

Write myself this lullaby
of cotton candy clouds...

There's a place
down beneath the legs of the pier...

Today is eight months, two days,
if I counted that right...

All the flowers are now dead,
those ones you cut at the stem...

I can hear your smile,
i love to hear that sound...